The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Hearing the gunshots, Mussad shouted and immediately ordered his men to rush forward, shouting, "Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

The old black men who were squatting on the ground stood up and rushed forward with their rifles.

There was a sudden flash in the sky and flares went up.

Mussad, the veteran soldier, fell to the ground without even thinking.

These were not the black men who charged forward with their guns in hand, but veteran soldiers who had participated in the Sudanese civil war.

They may leave this African land with just their level of training and tactics, but they can survive the war. On the one hand, it may be because their opponents are weak, but on the other hand, they also have some capabilities.

Most of the black men reacted quickly. When they saw the flares rising into the air, they immediately lay down on the ground.

Machine gun fire rang out, tongues of flames erupted, and tracer bullets cut through the darkness, drawing streaks of light.

Five or six slow-moving black men fell down immediately.

Mussad could tell that it was a Soviet-made PKM machine gun. He cursed inwardly and shouted into the intercom: "Armored vehicles, support, suppress the enemy machine guns!"

In his heart, he cursed Bald Wolf as a bastard, saying that the intelligence he provided was unreliable and that the enemy's firepower didn't look like bodyguards, it was clearly an army.

Which bodyguard goes out with a machine gun?
"Shoot!" Mussad shouted. "Suppress them!"

The black men lying on the ground fired back.

But it was dark in the camp and no one could be seen.

Anyway, it’s all about shooting with faith, it doesn’t matter whether you are a human or not, the main thing is not to let the other party shoot at you at will.

The black men raised their rifles above their heads, pulled the trigger and fired, and the dense sound of gunfire became a continuous sound.

Bullets whizzed past, and Hawke and his men scattered and hid behind mounds of earth in the camp.

Guti got an M249, aimed it at the area illuminated by the flares, and fired rapidly.

On this side of the camp, people used the convoy and earth mounds as cover and were also shooting.

There was a fierce fighting between the two sides, but most of the bullets flew over people's heads.

However, one side was in the dark and had a flash hider on the muzzle of the gun; the other side was under a flare, so as long as they fired, flames would definitely come out of the muzzle.

In a short while, more than a dozen black men were shot.

In the guides' tent in the camp, the drunken Onard and another black guide were not affected by the gunfire at all and were sleeping soundly on the tarpaulin.

The two black guides who didn't drink picked up the Molotov cocktails they had prepared in advance and ran towards the largest tent in the middle.

They took the mission for money. In addition to carrying a locator, they also had to find opportunities to stun people in the camp and light fires to indicate the target's location in the dark.

Giving more money can inspire the courage of the black guys.

The two black men lit the Molotov cocktails in their hands and ran towards the tent in the middle.

Prepare to set the tent on fire to indicate the primary target of attack to the outside world.

Next to Erica, the cheetah Shana suddenly turned her head and purred towards the back.

The sound was almost inaudible over the sound of machine gun and automatic rifle fire.

But Hawke noticed it. He leaned against the mound and turned to look in the direction the cheetah was staring at. The moment he saw the flames, he discovered the two guides, Lao Hei, and the Molotov cocktails in their hands.

In this situation, Hawk did not hesitate at all. He turned the AKM gun and fired directly in that direction.

Under the full-power bomb at close range, the two old black men's heads exploded and fell to the ground.

The Molotov cocktail in one of the men's hands broke, and the liquid spilled onto the corpse, causing a flame to ignite.

Cheetah Shana crouched down and lay beside Erica, shivering.

Hawke turned back and fired repeatedly in the light before the flare went out.

The muzzle flashes of the old blacks' guns were too conspicuous in the dark night. Even though they dared not show their heads to aim for fear of stray bullets, three of them were still shot dead when Hawk emptied one magazine.

As he changed the magazine, he heard the roar of the M700 firing.

Then there was the sound of Erica counting: "The fifth one!"

The PKM machine guns deployed on the north and south sides of the camp formed cross fire, and the suppressed black men had no choice but to rely on shooting.

As long as the bullets are dense enough, they will always hit people.

One unlucky mercenary was hit in the shoulder by a ricochet bullet from a vehicle and let out a scream.

A nearby companion immediately took out morphine, injected it into him, and then bandaged him.

Screams will affect the morale of the troops, especially those without faith.

Bosque once again ordered via radio: "Groups 6 and 7, wait for the flares to go out and attack from the north and south sides!"

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

Bosque called again: "Boss, protect yourself."

Hawke did not interfere with Bossk's command. Professionals should do professional things. Facing such a large-scale armed raid, Bossk was more experienced.

He replied: "Got it!"

The flares went out at this time, and behind the old blacks, Mussad breathed a sigh of relief.

The firepower from the opposite side was extremely fierce. There were actually four light machine guns. After one round of attack, there were more than ten corpses lying on the ground on his side, and the injured were still screaming.

These black people are indeed quite disciplined, unlike many tribal conflicts in Africa, where people scatter immediately when there are a few casualties.

The sky darkened again, and Mussad finally heard the sound of a motor coming from behind.

He was delighted and ordered through the intercom: "Armored vehicles, suppress fire!"

Two khaki armed Humvees stopped at the rear, and the shooter on the machine gun tower saw the flames burning in the camp and the trajectory of the machine gun tracer bullets.

They manned the M2 heavy machine guns, pointed them at the camp, and began to fire fierce suppressive fire. Bang, bang, bang—

12.7 caliber bullets carrying tracers flew into the camp.

The bullets hit the car, tearing and penetrating the body of the Land Rover Defender, and shattering the glass windows.

A mercenary hiding at the back was hit in the left side of his chest by a bullet that penetrated the car, and that half of his chest was turned into minced meat.

All the machine gunners huddled down.

This is not the shooting method that the old blacks believe in. If the bullet of this thing hits your body, there is basically no hope of recovery.

As the machine gun fire weakened, Mussad shouted to his men, "Go in, go in, we have more people than them!"

With the cover and fire suppression of the Hummer armored vehicles, the black men got up from the ground and rushed towards the camp.

Mussad knew very well that as long as they rushed into the camp, their disadvantages in tactics and shooting skills would be eliminated, and they could take advantage of their numbers.

Bosque also knew this, and he gave the order: "Car No. 4, Car No. 5, Car No. 6, turn on the roof searchlights."

Only the roof floodlights of two Land Rover Defenders were on, shining towards the west.

The person who turned on the car lights jumped out of the driver's seat and ran madly into the distance.

Vehicle No. 2 had been damaged by the M heavy machine gun.

The sudden strong light made it difficult for the black men's eyes to adapt for a while, and they could only raise their guns and shoot randomly.

The light attracted the machine gunner on the Humvee, and the two M2s turned towards the light almost at the same time, with flames coming out of the muzzles again.

Two Land Rover Defenders were hit in succession.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, Hawke shouted, "I'm on the left, you're on the right!"

Erica set up the M700 and saw the flames coming out of the muzzle through the scope.

The gunfire in the dark night was as conspicuous as a meteor.

Hawk took aim and pulled the trigger of the AKM repeatedly.

Gunshots rang out rhythmically.

Erica fired the first bullet from her M700, followed by the second and third shots.

Far away to the west, a machine gunner on a Humvee heard a crash and sparks flew from the gun's fender.

He quickly retracted his head as several more bullets flew over, most of which hit the machine gun shield, and only one hit him above the forehead.

If the black soldier had been wearing a helmet, he might have survived, but he was only wearing a black beret.

The gap in equipment could not be made up by Lao Hei's skull, and the AKM bullet blew off his skull.

Lao Hei's body slid into the car and his brains flowed out.

On the other side, Erica's second shot accurately hit Lao Hei's neck, and half of his neck was almost gone.

The body fell down, and the blood spurting out of the aorta sprayed half of the driver's body red.

The driver subconsciously stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel, and quickly changed positions.

Mussad's voice came from the car intercom: "Suppressive fire, maintain suppressive fire!"

Two armed Hummers were equipped with assistant gunners, who immediately pulled away the bodies of their fallen comrades, got into the machine gun tower, and continued shooting.

At the same time, another flare flew over the heads of the old blacks.

The PKM machine guns that formed a crossfire roared again. The old black men who had just stood up to charge, their eyes affected by the light, fell down like corn stalks in front of a combine harvester.

At this point, the morale of the black guys reached the critical point of collapse.

In this day and age, the African army composed of black people with truly powerful combat effectiveness is not here.

Even though some of Sudan’s senior military officers received Eastern military education, it still could not change the situation of the lower-level black soldiers.

Mussad knew very well that in this open field, the enemy had powerful firepower and could not retreat.

If they retreat, they will be slaughtered.

He shouted again: "Suppress the machine guns!"

Then he yelled, "Grenade!"

Some of the old black men were lying down and took out their grenades, but they couldn't stand up and could only throw them while lying down.

If you are lucky enough and have strong arms, you can throw it more than ten meters in front of the car.

A rumbling explosion sounded.

Hawke was in the center of the camp and didn't have to worry about grenades. He just raised his gun and shot.

Under the flare, Lao Hei's outstretched arm was quite obvious.

The short bursts of shots he fired directly broke the arm of an old black man.

Half of the arm, along with the smoking grenade, fell to the ground and exploded.

Amid the flying debris, the unlucky guys on both sides had several bloody holes on their bodies, but they couldn't die for a while and let out bursts of miserable howls.

The machine gunners on the Humvee in the rear reacted at this time and stopped shooting at the car with the lights turned off, and resumed suppressing the machine gun fire from the opposite side.

On the mercenary side, under the hail of bullets from the M2, a machine gunner was shot in the head, and the composite helmet and the human head all exploded into pieces.

Under dense firepower, there will always be unlucky people.

Hawke shrank back and shouted to Raul, "Let's get the RPG."

Those two armed Humvees must be destroyed; the heavy machine guns on them pose too great a threat.

Once we are suppressed and the blacks rush in, we will be in trouble. (End of this chapter)